#tot regression

[pinsandbuttons]

wow,, hes a popular one here! ive already done sum little cosmo hcs soo,, from popular demand:

little!sprout hcs <3

platonic and sfw! ft. flip!cosmo

- watches those dramatic baking shows on netflix and LOVES them, those are his dancing fruit sensory videos. place him infront of a tv with a pacifier and his best friend and hes content there until he dies

- scarily quiet as a regressor, hes not a baby regressor, its just hes very selectively mute when regressing. the most youll hear out of him is some pouts, angry yelps or anything around that. when he gets happy as a regresor he kinda just blue-screens, but trust me there would be stars in his eyes if anyone looked close enough,,

- cosmo is the only one he trusts to be his cg,, and like little!cosmo, lovves snacks and treats when regressed! cosmo mainly just prepares his bottles, meals, and other stuff like that. but their favorite thing to do is cuddle and watch cartoons together ( sprout will insist his favorites are big-kid cartoons,, but cosmo knows its my little pony,, C: )

- dandys surprisingly nice to him when hes little,, booping his nose, playing along with games/plots cosmo puts on , making toys say fun and cute stuff to sprout to make him feel loved,, just a general teddy-bear dad figure,, sprout doesnt say anything, somehow both appreciates it and hates it at the same time

- accidentally makes so many messes,, hes a bit more vulnerable / sensitive and cries whenever he does and cosmo assures him he doesnt mind cleaning it up and its not his fault,, sprout tries to help in the ways he can and always feels super bad whenever tisha comes and knows its a flour mess, a cookie mess or a milk mess,,

sprouts soo fun to write for,, thank u for the requests ! c: happy happy day!!

[the-universal-sun]

Can we see stan regress after ford punches him when he gets out the portal and ford instantly remembers stan regresses ?👀

(Think of this as in the same AU as the teen regressor Stanley, a different one from Ford finding out Stanley does it when they’re old men. But. Guys, I will be so honest when I say I started tearing up during this one. It's a bit sad, but I mean, your brother who was your caregiver 40 years ago tackles and punches you, there's going to be some sad thoughts there, right? I hope it's not too sad for you guys, though! I left it on a happy note, and I think there's room for a way fluffier pt 2 if the requester gives their permission! Speaking of, thank you, @thehessianslady for your request! I hope I encapsulated your vision! I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it!

     I'm always open to helpful advice on my writing!)

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      Stan had waited 30 years for this moment. The moment he’d finally get his brother back had been 30 years in the making. Truthfully, he’s waited closer to 40 years, but he’s been working on this portal and fighting back the temptation to give up for 3 long decades. He’d waited so long to be reunited with Ford, his twin brother, his Sixer, only to be thanked with a punch in the face and tackled to the ground. Stan’s face and back were left aching within minutes-his chest, too, by the realization that Ford must have truly hated him still, enough to hit him. The years of isolation and regret he had in the confines of his mind began to unravel, the weight of pent-up emotions crashing over him like waves. These thoughts and feelings had caused the beginnings of Stan’s drop into his headspace, the fuzziness creeping in the edges of his mind. It had been slow enough that he could still act normal around Soos, the kids (he doubted Ford would even notice) while he and Ford explained the incident and the major history leading up to it, but Stan could slowly feel it take over. The noises and lights blurring around him at times, his slower processing, the familiar sensation of regressing (thanks to the internet he had finally understood what was happening to him) that had been creeping up since Ford’s outburst started hitting him like a freight train. He was lucky enough that the kids were tired from all the excitement of the day, from the FBI to the portal, and were ready to go to bed, he'd been so close to dropping that he snapped something at Ford-he couldn't remember what exactly Ford had said to get him so upset, but he knows it caused the ache and anguish in his chest to increase. He'd quickly retreated into his room and undressed, pulling on an old sweater of Ford's he had found-his brother may hate him, but he still found comfort in his clothes and items.

     All of that leads to where he is now, cuddling Poindexter and huddled in his blankie on the floor, too tired to make the trek to get up on his bed. His emotions transformed into a cocoon surrounding him, the familiar feelings of his regression wrapped around him like his teddy bear quilt, keeping him snuggled and warm, safe from the cold and harshness of the world outside. He stopped fighting so hard to be the adult he had to be- the protector, the boss, the uncle-and retreated into this simpler and safer place, where the weight of his regrets and past didn't crush him. He needed one more thing, however, something that hadn't seen the light of day in almost 40 years. He dug out an old box from beneath his bed, the cardboard old, stained, and falling apart. The flaps holding it closed were either gone or halfway torn off; he dug his hand end, knowing instinctively where his precious item was, despite not having seen it for decades. His hand leaves the box clutching an old and beat-up orange monkey, a button eye missing, but in surprisingly good shape for how cheap the thing was. It was his Mookie, his little orange monkey Ford and he had won at a fair when they were still teens in Jersey, it was his old stuffy, the one he used to clutch to his chest and chew on when he regressed as a teen-his "Mookie Time" as Ford called it back then, both them and the world largely unknowledgeable on the act of regressing. He kept it when he was kicked out, but he couldn't bring himself to hold it again, the memories too painful, the visual bringing him more pain than comfort. He was happy when he got Poindexter, the handmade teddy bear being his first comfort item since he was 17 and one he carried with him everywhere. But with everything that's recently happened, with his brother being back, he needs to see Mookie, to hold him, to introduce him to Poindexter, and apologize the best way he can for leaving him isolated, all sad and alone, for 40 years.

     The old toy smelled a bit musty, like dust and leather, but Stan crushed the stuffy against his chest anyways, hugging both of his stuffed friends close and rocking, small whimpers escaping his throat as he allowed himself to cry, to truly cry, for the first time in years. To cry about Ford and their relationship, how he used to care for Stan, they were best friends and best brothers, and now he has no one, hasn't had anyone for most of his life. He allowed himself to sob, trusting that Dipper and Mabel couldn't hear him from the attic, not with his door closed. He allowed himself to indulge in being little, really being in his headspace, for the first time since summer began. He wrapped his blankie tighter around him, wanting for the pressure of arms. But he couldn't have arms around him to hug him, he could never hope for that anymore, because he had nobody to love him anymore, and why would they? He's just a stupid baby, an idiot who clings on too hard to people and things. Nobody would want to hug a freak like him, someone who feels too small for the world and their body like he does. He wants Sixer, he wants him to hug him and kiss his forehead again, to soothe him against all the meanies outside, but he'll never have that again-

     "Stanley?" He stopped short, his aching moved down to his tummy at those words. Sixer? But his door was closed, wasn't it? Oh, Stan thought, looking up, he guess he didn't close it all the way. He doesn't know what to do, he wants the comfort of his brother, but his brother hates him now, and now he's kind of scared of Ford, he doesn't want to get yelled at again. He hates being yelled at. He meets Ford's eyes, the man standing in the cracked doorway, his frown and angry eyes smoothing when he glances down at Stan's arms. Did he see Mookie and Poindexter? Was he going to be mean to Stan, now, for not being able to be a big boy? Out of instinct, Stan huddles down and rolls under his bed, tucking himself in until his back hits the wall, causing another whimper to escape, his back still hurt from when Ford tackled him and his heating pad is all the way up on top of his bed.

     "Stanley? I know you were crying, I-" he hears Ford's boots stomp to his bed, he sees them stop a little bit away, shuffling. Ford doesn't speak for a long time, Stan doesn't know what he's thinking about. The sigh he hears has him flinching, though. "You're still having "Mookie Time", Lee, after all these years? I didn't think he would have lasted as long as he has." What does that mean!? Does Ford think Stan couldn't take care of Mookie? That he wouldn't still need this? Ford was obsessed with triangles, a stupid shape. He doesn't get to judge Stan. Not that Stan can say any of this, but his tongue feels like that time he ate a cotton ball, thinking it would taste like cotton candy. It didn't. It just made his mouth feel gross and dry and his tongue thick. He just watches as Ford's shoes get closer and closer to his bed and hidey hole, getting his clean floors all dirty with the weird and gross other dimension mud Ford had on his boots.

     "Stanley? Are you alright down there, you haven't fallen asleep, have you? It's not good to sleep on the floor at your age."

     Stan curls up as he sees Ford kneel and peek under the bed, he's not angry looking anymore, but he doesn't look happy? His mouth is doing a weird "smile/frown" thing with his eyebrows raised high on his head and he doesn't know what that means. Ford reaches a hand underneath the bed and towards Stan. He flinches, burying his head in his stuffies and hiding away from Ford. Is he going to hurt him again? Call him mean names like "Knucklehead", like what Pa' called him? Stan doesn't know. He doesn't know his brother anymore, he's been traveling for so long through different and meaner dimensions, what if that changed him? Does he think Stan's a stupid baby now like Pa' always said? The thought makes him reach up and rub his cheek, the one Ford punched earlier. His ouchie hurts even more at the thought of Ford treating him like Pa' once did

     "Lee?" Ford's voice sounds small and croaky, kind of like a frog croak. Stan brings his head out from behind his stuffy friends, looking at Ford. And it confuses him. His brother's got a really big frown on his face, his eyebrows are scrunched up really tightly, but in a sad way, not a mean and angry way. He's pulling his hand back, his fingers curling up in a way he hasn't seen in forever, not since middle school, probably. Stan's never seen this expression on Ford before, and it makes his tummy do bad flips, he doesn't like Ford looking like this.

     "...'M sow-rry..." Stan tries his best to speak properly, his "r" sounding more like a "w" and his voice soft, like a whisper. It's hard to speak when he feels little, when his mouth feels like a cotton ball. But he has to apologize. For what? He doesn't know, but hopefully Ford does so then he can stop looking at Stan like that and making his tummy do bad flips. He doesn't think it works because Ford drops his head, almost touching the ground with it, and just shakes it, mumbling something Stan can't understand. Is it an alien language? That'd kind of be cool.

     "No, Lee, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I-I...I shouldn't have hit you like that. That was...You were...the portal..." Ford can't finish his sentence, scrunching his eyes together like he was thinking really hard. He lays down on the ground, not under the bed like Stan was, but on his side and facing Stan. They stare at each in silence again, Ford's eyes looking all around his face, stopping at where Stan's ouchie was. This makes him want to hide his face away again, but he doesn't. He still wants to look at Ford, really look at him. He hasn't done that in so long. Stan still misses him, even if he did hurt him and say mean things to him, and wants him to leave. Ford looks at his hand again, and lays it flat on the floor under the bed, not reaching towards him like before, but not curled into his body.

     "I shouldn't have reacted like that. I-I was just so angry and upset because I almost had him, I almost defeated Bill." The triangle guy? "But the portal activated, and I had to go through it before Bill could get to it. And I just," Ford sighs and shuts his eyes tightly, gathering his thoughts before he could get too frustrated and lash out again. "I was angry, and I took that anger out on the first thing I saw. On you. And that wasn't right of me, I should know better. You should have known better than to rebuild the portal-No. No, I'm not blaming you for my actions, that would be remiss of me. I just-I'm no good with words Lee. Not when trying to apologize, it seems." Here, Ford just looks at Stan again, he's not smiling or frowning, but he looks gentle, almost like he did when they were still living back in Jersey.

     "While I'm still am-upset at you for rebuilding the portal, I shouldn't have hurt you, Stanley. I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that, I shouldn't have acted like that, it's below me-below us. Please don't be scared of me. Because the truth is- I have missed you. I've missed you for so long, and I missed taking care of you in this way, too. If you'd have me, if I haven't broken your trust in me too badly, I still want to take care of you during your Mookie Time," Yep. Stan still hates that name, he likes the terms "regression" and "littlespace" much better. "And I see you've gotten another friend. I'd love to meet him, if you're up for it, Lee."

     Ford doesn't say anything after that, leaving Stan to think. Sixer did apologize for hurting him, even though he's still mad at Stan, he can work with mad and not hate. Can he trust Ford? He's never been the type to bully others, mock maybe, but never about serious things, about things that make people "freaks". He's never been mean when Stan regressed as a teenager. But this is a grown-up Ford, who knows what he's like? Stan certainly doesn't. But...Ford also doesn't know Stan, not like he used to, so he could still end up not liking him after getting to know him again. This is a lot of grown-up thinking that he'd rather not do, he wants to continue to drift all floaty, but he misses Sixer so badly, and if he says he still wants to take care of him, then maybe Stan can work up that trust again. He doesn't think he can let his brother hug him or brush his hair back for now, no matter how much he wants to. And that's not just because of what Ford did, Stan hasn't had a nice touch in so many years, he's lost count since the last nice hug he got. But, he thinks he can hold Sixer's hand, at least. He thinks he needs it to get out from under his bed, his back is starting to ache even more and he wants to lay on his heating pad and special pillow.

     Stan thinks that, maybe, he can hold Ford's hand, that he can learn to trust that it won't hurt him again, that it can be soft and gentle and easy with him. He knows it will take a while, but hopefully, Ford will let him stay and they can go back to being best friends and the best twins again. He's badly missed his brother, and the ache in his chest and tummy lessen when he thinks about being cared for by him again. By being loved by him.

     Stan reaches a hand out, gently intertwining his five fingers with Ford's six.

[baby-you-you]

River otter regressor things maybe? Or just otters if it's too specific /nf

RIVER OTTER REGRESSOR !!!

(There is no such thing as too specific!!)

🦦 activities

Splashing in the bath or a kiddie pool (supervised if needed) Playing with water-safe toys or squirters Making a cozy “otter den” with blankets and plushies floating with a stuffie or paci while lying on your back Drawing otters, rivers, lily pads, or fishy friends Laying in a soft spot holding your favorite plush (like otters holding hands!) Collecting pretend river treasures (shells, stones, leaves) Watching river or aquarium live cams Listening to water sounds or gentle animal ASMR

🦦 clothes

Brown or beige onesies with a fuzzy belly Hoodies or pajamas with little otter ears or paws Clothing with otter prints, river creatures, or bubbles Soft sleepwear in blues and browns Fluffy robes for after splashy play Cozy socks or booties that look like paws Waterproof bib/poncho “Den nap” blankets with river or nature patterns

🦦 toys

Otter plushies Water beads or jelly-like sensory bins Floating bath toys Water slime Otter-themed stacking toys or soft blocks Baby-safe “river” bottles with glitter, pebbles, or fake leaves Waterproof books for bath or splash time River animal figurines Plushies with pouches

🦦 games

Pretend to swim or float in a “lazy river” made from blankets Hide and seek with plushies in the “riverbank” Sorting river rocks by color or size Playing "fishing" with magnetic or hook toys Bubble popping games or bubble machine play Catching toy “fish” in a bucket or basin Nap time with CG/handler or friends

🦦 foods/drinks

Goldfish crackers or veggie straws (pretend fishies!) Apple slices or grapes (like river fruit snacks) Rice Cakes with cream cheese Fish-shaped jello molds or gummies Watermelon chunks or fruit kabobs popsicles Yogurt or applesauce pouches coconut water or clear juice Toasted bagels or English muffins (like river rocks!) Sippy cup with “river juice” (apple-blueberry or grape-pear)

🦦 nicknames <3

Ottie Wiggletail Riverlet Rivertail Riverbean Wigglebean peeble Sploosh Lil'otter Lil'sploosh Lil'floof snuggy Snug-otter driftlet

[sippycuppup]

420 gamer girl pot tot !! 🎀🍃

[dreamdropdollops]

baby Bonnie...

[pleasepunishmemommy]

[thedisneybarbie]

Tots TV snowy adventure and Christmas decorations 🎄❄️ Two very cute and sweet Christmas specials I watch every year 🥰 Tots TV was my very first special interest, it was released 2 days before I was born which always makes me feel like it was made for me lol I’ve absolutely LOVED it my whole life and even though it’s not one of my main special interests anymore it always has a special place in my heart. I used to have quite a big Tots collection but I’ve sadly downsized an awful lot though I still have some special little bits ❤️ It’s now time for me to watch these two whilst cuddling my Tom doll 🥰

[sillyshell]

My tiny babieezzzzz

[pinsandbuttons]

Haii!! I was wondering if you could do little!Dandy headcanons? He's one of my faves, and i don't see too much agere content with him!

ofcc c:

little!Dandy hcs <3

platonic and sfw!

-this little guy loooves to play shop, anything with a cash register and him getting to count out coins one-by-one on the counter is right up his alley. even if he has a hard time doing math in his head sometimes, most of the time, hes dead on! even if it takes him a bit. (most of the toons are patient with him with the exception of vee)

-a very social little one, pebble goes on walks with him and gathers rocks around the big 'ol tree in the lobby before bringing them back to show his friends,, sometimes , scraps lets him borrow her paints so hes able to paint the rocks! sometimes he does flowers, sometimes he does rainbows, but almost all of them end up back to astro, who loves to keep them on his nightstand.

-i have a feeling hes in the kitchen quite a bit, occasionally nagging sprout for snacks and other goodies. though he usually gets his way, on the occasion that he doesnt, pebble usually snags a bag of whatever dandys feeling like eating that day while sprouts too busy keeping dandy out of trouble,,

-although wont deny when hes little, his regression isnt something he really goes around telling people. so some of the toons see him getting fussy, tripping over his words or playing with coins/toys and know to treat him like the little guy he is, while others are more like "thats just dandy"

-pebble is still his best friend, even more so when hes little! fetching his blankets and snacks, going on walks together, cuddling in dandy (or pebbles!) bed, playing games together, theres nothing they dont do, dandy likes talking to pebble out-loud as well, talking about his day, how hes feeling and who was a big meanie at the shops. pebbles a great listener, and loves hearing dandy talk !

i hope u liked these !! they were super fun to do,, happy happy day friend !!

[in-the-cold-starlight]

hello again wonderful ppl !!!

i have yet again indulged, and i am yet again asking for your financial support /j but fr i have struck again ! this fic is a continuation of He's Working On It (Y'know, That Whole Coping Thing) so i def recommend reading that one first, but it is not necessary ! this one is all abt Leo having a Sit Down™ with the fam and he's TOTALLY not nervous abt it AT ALL (he's shitting bricks) i hope yall enjoy it as much as i did writing it !!

thank you for your time ppl in my laptop, i love yall sm and i hope you all have an amazing timezone :] <3

[kakusu-shipping]

for princess peach!!

🌟 - how is regression like for your f/o? (eg. agere/agedre or petre/petdre? which age range/pet?)

🐱 - how do they talk to you when regressed (if they talk)? do they call you any special name?

🖍️ - favourite activities to do together when they're regressed?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

Peachie!!! Thankyou so much for the ask!!! She's so so so baby coded to me <3

🌟 - What is regression like for your f/o?

Peach is very small when Regressed, toddling age at most. She's very calm and quiet, mostly enjoying tummy time and watching the people around her. She likes laying in the garden and being held.

🐱 - How do they talk to you when regressed? Do they call you any special name?

Peach never speaks while regressed, she hardly even babbles or cries, she's a poised little princess. At most she'll make grabby hands for certain people, mostly Mario, and make the softest little want noise, but she's yet to speak while little.

🖍️ - Favorite activities to do together when they're regressed?

Like I mentioned Peach is very passive while regressed, she's so very small and quiet, she doesn't seem to have preferred activities. She seems the happiest just laying in the yard, picking flowers, but that's really just an assumption.

Mario understands her better than Luigi and I do, so we both just follow his lead and fill in where we can. She keeps coming back so we assume we're doing a good job as her Caregivers.

[dreamdroplittlesarchive]

this kiddo is transgender

[sillysaurus]

[babykotek]

[sillyshell]

My babie 1000% canon agere!!!! We love theeemm!!!!!

[andanovernightstory]

iii has my tiny birtday !!, and me caregivs all tells me happy birtyday :)]](